She Needed The Happy Ending

What was that ending? She called me up, accusing, as though I’d written it myself. I don’t understand it. Everyone’s been talking about this film for months, and I finally get to go and that’s how it ends? I sit there silently for a moment or...
Coming Out of the Carton

Coming Out of the Carton

I remember so clearly how it started. I was 17; it was the spring of my senior year. I was a “good girl,” but I had these friends in high school who all smoked. We would go out after school and sit at Pal’s on the concrete slab patio tables, drinking...
“It’s Important”

“It’s Important”

Sometime in the month of December I got an email from a colleague with the subject line: “Storytelling is Important.” I knew that. I knew my friend already knew that. I was curious what this was about, especially as it’s not standard to put a subject...

Lately

Lately, I’ve been livingLike a cancer patientWith a terminal diagnosisAs thoughEverything were onBorrowed timeEat the chocolateTake the walkCall the friendGo to the protestSmell the rosemaryWrite the bad poetryTake the riskAsk for the thing I wantNot shy away from the...
Moment or Movement

Moment or Movement

“I’m going to tell Mrs. Byrd that Moose is molesting you.” The words were terrifying, accusatory, and a relief all at the same time. They echoed in my head, like a gunshot rattling around in a steel room, pinging off walls and floors and ceiling, with no escape. My...